So i sat in the attic, a piano up my nose,
And the wind played a dreadful cantata.
Sore was i from a crack of an enemy's hose
And the horrible sound of tomato.
Ketchup,
Soup and puree,
Don't get left behind.
Ketchup,
Soup and puree,
Don't get left behind.
When a rattle of rats had awoken
The sinews, the nerves and the veins.
My piano was boldly outspoken
In attempts to repeat this refrain.
So i stood with a knot in my stomach,
And i gazed at that terrible sight,
Of two young sters concealed in a barrel,
Suckin' monkberry moon delight, ho!
Monkberry moon delight,
Monkberry moon delight,
Monkberry moon delight,
Monkberry moon delight.
Oh -
Oh-oh, oh-oh.